re: A change of pace....Non sports related

I saw a ghost once.

It was almost nine years ago on a chilly night in south Arkansas. I awoke around 4:30 am, rolled over in bed, and slowly opened my eyes. A silverish apparition appeared in front of me. He began to speak. He sounded like a dirty Frenchie, so I tried to ignore him. His name was Jean-Baptiste Bénard de la Harpe. I told him his name was stupid. He did not enjoy that.

He began to preach of a grand civilization to my north. A glorious beacon of culture known only as La Petite Roche. I told him to speak American. Apparently that means Little Rock in commie language. I was told that it was my destiny to spread word of the greatness of this civilization. I was the chosen one. His words, not mine.

He told me that my mission would not be an easy one. It would be filled with trials, tribulations, and people from northwest Arkansas that think they are too cool for school. I was instructed to walk among them to study their behaviors. For that reason, I was to venture to the great white north to attend college at the University of Arkansas. I was instructed to keep a log of my journey (attached below).



The apparition then left me. I have been spreading word of the greatness of Little Rock ever since. It is my duty...and also because it helps my zEstimate. I have made little progress in the past few years, but I am making headway. Rebranding the city as tRock on the internet has helped a little with streed cred and sending an envelope full of Faded Rose coupons to Kiplingers in exchange for a #1 place to live ranking sure didn't hurt. My journey has only just begun.